Mu Rulan blinked roundly, remembering how Mo Qianren had pulled his punches with Sang Han’er and nodded. Well, it looked like she had misunderstood. But that was because her identity was special. She should be someone on the opposite side – but if he could be so gentle to his opponent, who wouldn’t he be able to be gentle with then?
But… Something still felt off. She just couldn’t pinpoint it.
The car rolled to a stop in front of the construction site that the murder had taken place. Mu Rulan followed Mo Qianren out. Translated by The Novelst
They stopped where Ke Wanqing had stopped and looked up that night. It wasn’t hard to imagine Ke Wanqing’s screams and her terrified expression as she stood still, completely defenseless in the dark. The corner of Mu Rulan’s mouth quirked up into a smile.
Mo Qianren noticed the change in her expression. He narrowed his eyes. “Seeing your mother in extreme shock seems to make you very happy?”
Mu Rulan looked at Mo Qianren, even her eyes expressing joy, “How do I put this? I am a filial daughter, but at the same time I’m also someone who enjoys watching shows.”
“Most of the time, when people think they’re watching a show, they themselves are actually already part of the act,” he said, staring at her and trying to zero in on any cracks in her facade.
Mu Rulan didn’t show any guilt, responding easily to his glare, “That’s alright. Life is just a show. If I can’t become a member of the audience, it’s not bad to put on a marvelous act either, since everyone is the main star of their own show anyways.”
Mo Qianren couldn’t resist furrowing his brows. There it went again, that feeling. It was like he was facing a woman who had already seen through the vanity of the world, not a sixteen-year-old girl who was just blooming.
And most importantly, this person wanted to sit back and watch the show but had actually pulled her own mother in?
Was that why she had set the crime here? Mo Qianren had read through the history of the building. It was a project by the Mu Family. They would gain huge benefits after the construction was complete.
However, after the murder, the value of the location had dropped, making this an enormous loss for the Mu Family.
Mu Rulan didn’t look like the daughter of the Mu Family, but rather like their enemy.
It was too weird and very strange. Mu Rulan was supposedly very spoiled by the Mu and Ke families as she grew up.
Mu Rulan noticed Mo Qianren stewing in silence. She spoke, “Is there any particular reason that Mr. Mo brought me here?”
Mo Qianren replied lightly, “I know your modus operandi.”
Mu Rulan raised a brow, smiling deeper, “Where’s your evidence?”
It was pretty impressive that the things she had orchestrated yesterday were already seen through by Mo Qianren. It was a little frustrating, but it incited in her a little… excitement, ya. She had found herself a rival. Even her blood was boiling a little already.
It was a clever answer. She hadn’t denied she did it, nor did she admit to it.
“I snuck into your mansion in Qinghe before. In the basement, I found something similar to the threads and nails here. No matter whether it’s the three-person missing persons case two years ago, or Jin Moli or Wang Qiang; they are all related to the case five years ago. But why? If there’s a next step, who’s the next victim? Liu Mian? How is Jin Biaohu related at all?”
Mo Qianren had a gut feeling that Jin Biaohu was probably central to the case. But he hadn’t been able to verify all the information from when he had been abroad.
According to Mo Wuhen, Jin Biaohu’s profile had been locked and the security around that case was no joke. She had tried three times and still failed.
The Jin Family had connections to the underworld and in politics. Because of that, the Jin Family had managed to become rich overnight and were well on the way to becoming to the most popular nouveau riche family in K City.
The Jin Family must have done something to displease Mu Rulan to the point that she wanted to kill them. That must be why she was targeting them. But what had they done to her and why did he want to know so much? Was it to solve the case or for another reason? Mo Qianren hadn’t thought that far yet.
The cold wind whistled by their ears. Mu Rulan stretched out her hand to collect her naughty hair and tuck it behind her ears. She smiled, “The answers to your questions – why should I tell you?”
Mo Qianren looked at her silently, as though mentally preparing himself for a non-answer. There wasn’t a single criminal out there that would admit his crimes. He could understand that, but it was still irritating. “Are you challenging me?”
Except for those psychopaths that had been jailed, there weren’t any others out there who dared speak so much in front of him.
“Of course not,” she said, her tone dancing like she had heard a joke.
“Obviously you were,” he replied. He didn’t believe her. He even suspected that this person had handed him a lollipop the morning before the crime on purpose. What an arrogant criminal.
“Fine,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. Suddenly, she found the way that they got along quite strange, but at the same time, not so strange at all.
Mo Qianren was a criminal psychologist and not a law enforcement officer. In this world, there were many odd people. Perhaps Mo Qianren was one of them. At the very least, she knew he wanted to study her. “Then did you bring me here just to tell me that? You didn’t find any evidence?”
“At the victim’s house, I found some ashed broken down from paper and a white pigeon feather. On top of that feather, I found an eyelash. It seems like the white pigeon you brought home from Ziyuan is quite well-fed.”
“I got testimonies from Wang Qiang’s neighbors and colleagues. Someone said that lately, Wang Qiang would come over to this building every single night but no one could be sure what he was doing inside. You arranged a self-directed show for this murder that the victim performed himself. It’s indeed quite brilliant.” His gaze turned imperceptibly colder.
Did Mu Rulan have a partner in crime? The answer was no. Those ashes and testimonies from Wang Qiang’s colleagues gave him a peculiar feeling.
All the weapons had the victim’s fingerprints, and on that last day the criminal had sat down for coffee with him. So he made a bold assumption and picked the most impossible perpetrator of the crime: Wang Qiang himself. Translated by The Novelst
But of course, this was definitely not a suicide. It was most likely that Mu Rulan used some way to control Wang Qiang and orchestrated the events of this bloody murder.You can support me & access to advance chapters here ^^ Become a Patron!
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